She had always thought of the night as a curtain that covered her thoughts, shadows of the deepest mysteries and as blankets for our very own kind— the people wide awake till the light of dawn to witness the stars and clouds fight over the horizon. She used to pull my hand to lead me …

There will be a time when your soul will be crossing the troposphere, Forsaking the land where you breathe now; Like skydivers in reverse. And you will have wings for hands, Drifting far away from the war zone that you were born into, Jiving to the rhythm of the wind. So spill the words storming …

As I sit under the tree Gazing at the serenity Wondering, could it be? That love is just you and me? As I look back at life, Reversing the sands of time Why did I not earlier realize It was you who was missing all this time Remembering how I tried to smile Spreading my …

﻿ Too often I stumble. Too often a helix hangs heavily in the air I breathe. Yesterday I was two cloves of crushed garlic. Two days ago on the perpetual snowline I stood. Today I am a shriveled beetle or The beaten snake is me. Now and then I stand with an unlit candle. Without …

What came across in that place, left a mark untouched. Too delicate, too shabby What you got, went away. All the laughter and smiles are stored in the vessel to be drowned by forceful currents. Like the leaf which sang elegies before being flowed over by tides. Like that bird which chattered before being stroked …

One day he will sing his song. And the words will drip from his lips, Ripened with strength. Strong plants will grow from the seeds His aging hands are sowing. He will hold your broken hand In his mouth like a wolf, Then tell you what you write is admirable. He …

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